fictionary… 8 megapixel artist… bloody awful poet.

Serial – Two: In the Distant Shimmer

Happiness is an illusion. We are told it can be found like water we are convinced exists in the distant shimmer of a mirage. One step, one lunge, one gulp of hot sand meant to slake the very thirst that was created by the illusion itself. Self-perpetuating. Self-fulfilling. Self-defeating. It kills as it gives life. Slowly, and with the surety of a lover’s skilled hands. Convincing us that the way things are, is the way things should be. Even if we die in the process.